TIME SQUARE is a new series that is set to be another fantastic and exciting ride of action and adventure. I’m currently writing the first book called THE SHIFT, which sets the wheels in motion and introduces the amazing characters of this great new series. Those of you who have followed the Quest series will be pleased to know that this new series was born and inspired by parts of The Fallen Pharaoh.
Here is a sneak peek at part of an early draft. Shhhhhh, don’t tell anyone, but please let me know what you think.
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TIME SQUARE | THE SHIFT
Imagine that you’re a bird, flying high above the mountains below. Now imagine that you’re gliding around in a wide arc and then swooping past. That’s the best way to picture the first part of what I’m about to tell you.
The clouds hung low in the bright blue sky, slowly churning and touching the top of the mountain peaks that stretched up from the Urubamba Valley below. The lush green vegetation gripped the slopes, providing a comforting green blanket to the soil and rock underneath. The jungle was thick and the trek was slow and hard, but the team knew they’d soon reach their goal. The team leader, Dr Rex Hudson, had imagined this day for ages. All the years of research, based on the works of the famous American explorer, Hiram Bingham, had led him through a path of complicated clues. He’d endured countless puzzles that had tortured his poor brain until they were solved. Finally, he was on the brink of the greatest discovery of his career.
The local guides had made the perilous journey dozens of times before. They knew that the best trails to take to the mountain ridge were on the eastern side. Hidden dangers lurked at every turn. Snakes, beasts and poisonous critters lay hidden from sight. The jungle creatures teetered between feelings of fear, and primitive instincts that urged them to attack the invaders. It’d take just one wrong step, and the team of trekkers could tumble down the tangled slopes to be smashed by trees and rocks along the way. The guides stopped every fifteen minutes to allow their city-slicker clients to catch their breath and ready themselves for the next stage. Dr Rex Hudson had trained hard to ensure his fitness was up to the job, but even his heightened physical health was tested in the thin humid air that surrounded them. They’d already climbed almost 8000 feet above sea level. In contrast, his younger assistant, Leesa, was a full-on athlete. Her youth and fitness meant that she recovered quickly at each rest stop.
The year was 1930, and the world had only just been blessed with such life-changing inventions as the electric toothbrush and scotch tape. The zipper was just finding its way into cutting-edge fashions of the day, and cloche hats and longer skirts were commonplace. Archaeology was a wildly exciting profession (for geeks), which lingered quietly in the background of life. It was powered by an enthusiastic breed of explorers, who were dedicated to getting muddy and revealing long hidden secrets. Random discoveries brought their successes into the mainstream news, creating the occasional buzz of curiosity. Interest quickly faded as more exciting stories smothered them from the headlines. Even so, the lure of a big discovery was too hard to resist for people such as the Dr.
The thick vines and trees whipped the Dr as they were released from the momentum of trekker in front of him. His face and arms were red with welts and scratches caused by the constant impact.
“Ouch!” he winced, for the hundredth time. Something had hit the back of his head.
Then, “Owww!” he felt another sudden pain on the back of his shoulder. What’s going on? he thought. How am I getting hit with vines from the back? He turned to Leesa, who was behind him.
“Aaahhh,” cried Leesa. She’d just copped something in her butt, and it was painful. She spun and looked into the thick undergrowth. The trees rustled, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Diego, the main guide, raised his hand and the procession stopped. Then a chorus of “Ouch” emerged from some of the group as another wave of mysterious objects hit them.
“It is the spirits of the mountain,” announced Diego, in a hushed voice to Dr Hudson and Leesa. His eyes were round as he fearfully scanned the air around them. “This is not a good sign. The spirits protect the mountain from outsiders. Your presence must have unsettled them. Ooooh, I’m very worried, Dr.”
The Dr gulped and shot a sulk at Leesa. He’d read a little about the legend, but hoped it was just that . . . a legend. He didn’t want anything to delay his most amazing discovery.
Copyright © 2013 by S.W. Lothian
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